C18 Chapter Eighteen

My Business

ONE MONTH AGO

I PACKED MY golf clubs into the back of my car and slammed the trunk shut. Jon had already left, but I'd stuck around to practice a bit more. My swing was improving, but I knew I'd never love the game like my dad had. Maybe if he were still here to play with me, it would have stuck more.

When a man's hand landed on my shoulder, I turned, startled